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It’s no wonder we’re tired. We feel ALL THE THINGS, and it’s utterly exhausting.
The next time you look in the mirror, remember, you are so very lucky to have gained so much.
Everything lined up so nicely—everyone was in happy moods, there was lots of cooperation, people listened, plans worked, the weather was perfect, etc.
And focused on what REALLY matters.
“I had a great mom because she only fed us organic food.” — No adult ever
I chose these kids and I chose this life.
Bedtime is what keeps me going. ?
This life would blow the mind of teenage-version me.
You quickly put things in perspective and learn what really matters.
And you need a break. A break from perfectionism. A break from self-sacrifice. A break from being everything to everyone else at all times.
I’m doing it, even though sometimes people question my faith or suggest it’s unimportant.
I’m tired of trying to do it all, knowing I can’t do it all, but being unable to stop trying to do it all.
My very sensitive heart was hurting, I had no idea what to say back and I felt like I was going to cry. But I also felt silly—silly for getting my feelings hurt by a 3-year-old.
“I didn’t know there would be so much grief. But I didn’t know there would be so much love and friendship either.”
Joy is often found in the mess.
Beyond the level of physical exhaustion is that induced by parenting.
This isn’t easy. But it sure is generously rewarded by love.
At a certain point of my tick-research, I think I have become so pissed at these ticks that I just decided to started living.
Parenting a child with public meltdowns feels isolating. So when a hand reaches out, it makes all the difference.
Before your birthday, I loved. After your birthday, my heart aches under the monumental weight of its love for you.
